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“You need to take a woman—a Muskogee woman, as I have. That white girl will bring you nothing but trouble.”
    â€œYou think I don’t know that?” Yellow Jacket snapped, and then was immediately sorry. Last night he had dreamed he had the forbidden Twilight in his blankets, writhing beneath him, her white, white skin shiny with perspiration as she urged him to take her, put his hot mouth on her breasts, tangle his fingers in that pale, sun-streaked hair. “I am sorry, old friend; the deaths in my family have driven me almost to madness with hatred.”
    â€œWhich accomplishes nothing,” his friend said softly. “Better you should pick a girl who will give you sons and be pleasant enough, even though there is no wild passion.”
    Yellow Jacket did not answer. Yes, his common sense told him that was what he should do, but in his mind he remembered Twilight’s soft mouth and imagined it caressing his body. Everything in him ached to put his child in that delicate body and make wild love to her until she cried out and clawed his back as he took her.
    He must forget about the white woman. There were important events about to happen to his tribe. Yellow Jacket sighed and turned to follow his black-Indian friend to the old man’s ragged tent. Inside, two noted warriors sat by the fire and nodded as the two newcomers sat down cross-legged.
    Opothleyahola nodded to them. “We cannot hold out much longer. I have been stalling the rebels, letting them think we might be willing to join them to keep their soldiers from attacking us. I am beginning to wonder if the bluecoats that Chief Lincoln promised will ever come.”
    Yellow Jacket stared into the fire. “Old one, what is it you would have us do?”
    The old man hesitated. “It will be dangerous.”
    Yellow Jacket snorted. “Life is dangerous. Has not the Master of Breath told us that in many ways?”
    The others murmured agreement.
    â€œI wish your brother was here to help,” old Opothleyahola said.
    Yellow Jacket flinched at the thought of his lost brother—and the lovely niece, so newly dead. “With him in mind, I will do whatever needs to be done to protect us from the rebels.”
    â€œGood.” The ancient one nodded. “We are surrounded by the graycoats. Sooner or later they will attack us, and many women and children will die.”
    In the silence no one spoke. Of these four men, only Smoke had loved ones in the camp. It occurred to Yellow Jacket then that this was a very dangerous task indeed, for the ancient one to choose noted warriors who had no women and children to protect.
    The Muskogee leader said, “This is what must be done. Someone must ride to this place called Kansas to alert the bluecoats about what is happening here. Chief Lincoln has promised that if we are loyal to the Union, he will send soldiers to protect and help us.”
    Yellow Jacket considered. “Is Chief Lincoln in this place named Kansas?”
    The old one shook his head. “I do not think so. I hear he is in that place called Washington, but he has chiefs at the fort in Kansas. They can send him messages over the singing wires, reminding him of his promise.”
    Yellow Jacket looked around the circle at the others and chewed his lip in thought. “You are right, old one. It is a long way to Kansas, and we will have to avoid the graycoat rebels who will try to stop us from getting through.”
    Opothleyahola nodded. “Some or all of you may not make it back. The rebels will shoot to kill, and the weather will soon be turning cold. Any man whose heart tells him he should not go will not be blamed.”
    He seemed to wait for his warning to sink in. Outside, the wind picked up and whipped the ragged tent as if reminding the warriors just how chill and hostile the weather and the terrain would soon be.
    Yellow Jacket stood up. “With my brother and niece dead, no one would